Chapter 1: The Beginning
"We were once kings, high kings, in these rocks we call the Iron isles.
Reduced to vassals of those mad imbeciles who call themselves Greyjoy" I say to my 6yr old son.
I can see the confusion in his eyes. He does not yet understand the gravity of our situation but should the drowned one not favor me today it will force him to.
I sigh to myself, bleeding the weariness from my bones before I do what I must do.
"Baelor boy, go to your mother, tell her I said that it is time. She will understand." I say to him while setting him on his feet. "And boy, know that I love you, and that there is a chance your father might not come back"
I saw his eyes tear up as he left but I can delay no further. Standing up and looking myself over in the ramshackle mirror.
6'8 and corded, built like I could pull a vault door off it hinges. I was born an anomaly among the Blacktydes, brawn but not brainless. I was 13 when I slew my first man. It was when I learned of my battle rage. Some twit guard decided that he would take my mother against her will.
=======Flashback=======
I was an intimidating 13 year old. I heard it wherever I went. 6'2 feet tall and bulky, not really as muscular as I would come to be but I had strength akin to bull. I'd had my fair bit of scraps in my life aside from the training with the reavers.
The Iron islands are a hard place but it creates an even harder people. Sometimes. Sometimes they break. Like he broke. When I walked in on that bastard tearing the dress from my mother I'd swear you could see death in my eyes.
"Oi you fuck nosed cunt get your fucking hands off my mother before I rip your spleen out through your jugular" I hollard whilst storming towards him.
"Piss off you green nosed brat I'm busy, can't you see she like it hahahahahah" I could see the tears streaming down my mothers face and that's when I snapped. Before he could react I grabbed him by his greasy hair and yanked him back so hard nearly half the scalp on top of his head came off splattering blood on my face.
"Aaaaaah aaaaaaaaaaaah what the fuck!?!?" Oh his scream was so beautiful. As he was standing up I grabbed him by his head once again and dug my thumbs as hard as I possibly could into his ears. The popping and squishing sound of his grisle and cartilage being crushed would have made anybody gag and vomit on the spot.
I could see him silently scream. The pain so much he couldn't even engage his vocal cords. I kick him in his chest and then drag him from the room. I can hear my mother sobbing as I leave. Oh the things I'm going to do with this man.
I drag him screaming through the halls. The looks of horror and apprehension on the mades and guards faces as I drug him to the yard even sweeter. My rages goes deep. Entering the yard, all the training immediately halts.
"Bring me a knife" I say, calmly. Perhaps too calmly as no one moves. "I said, you dumb motherfuckers, SOMEONE BRING ME A GODSDAMN KNIFE!!!!" Ooh that got them going. One of the instructors, a grizzled middle-aged man littered with scars walks up and hands me a fillet knife that he had on him for gutting fish later.
Before I could even get started on the carving my old man decided to grace the field. Obviously word had gotten to him of me dragging a wailing and bleeding man through the halls. "Boy tell what in the fuck you are doing?" He asked me. I did not like his tone. Not one bit. My father was a small man, 5'8 in stature. A bit cowardly when confronted by other lords but had a mean streak when it came to his own people, family included.
Of course my size made that mean streak flare up quite often with envy and hate. Due to my size he basically threw me and my mother to the wayside, believing me to not be his, despite being the spitting image feature wise.
"This fucker was trying to to rape my mother is what is going on" I said with heat in my voice. "So I decided to teach him a very valuable lesson" I said, expecting to see rage in his eyes but there was none. Just spite toward me and me my mother.
"That's because I allowed him to take her like the whore she is" He said with a sneer. "He made me quite the coin these last few months and asked to have her as a reward so I gave her to him. She is just a whore anyways" He said with a sneering smile.
Now, the Iron islands isn't exactly a nice place however even the men in the field looked shocked and disgusted at my dear old Da. Hell even kin killing is seen as not that bad so long as the reason is legitimate but the men here hold salt wives in a decent regard. Not great mind you, but not selling them out to be r*ped bad.
I think it came as a surprise to no one that I was beyond pissed. What did come as a surprise though was the fillet knife I threw into his stomach. Before the old lords guards could even react I was on him like a fly on shit. I punched his teeth out and shattered his jaw. Damn near tearing it completely off with a right hook from hell. As he hit the ground, with a mighty stomp I turned his skull into a fine paste.
His guards all backed off except one who was his right hand man and best friend who swung an axe at me. Just coming out of the stupor of killing my own father I barely dodged ending in a glancing blow across my cheek spilling crimson. The rage kicking back in I speared him into the ground. His axe clattering from his hand as he is slammed into the ground. He punched me and managed to slither from my grasp and scrambled to his axe.
I just stood up and yelled "Someone bring me my maul." Seeing no one move, I yelled again. "I am your new lord Blacktyde, NOW BRING ME MY FUCKING AXE!!" the same instructor who gave me the fillet knife rushes to the weapon rack and fetches me my maul.
"Aye my lord" was all he said. Feeling the familiarity of my massive maul aka an axe with a hammer on the back. "You are going to fucking die Verrick, you know that" I told my deceased fathers friend. He just grunted as we circled each other. He blitzed and feinted high before swinging lower, only grazing my thigh as I expected it. I swung my maul hammer first and caught his shoulder while he was back stepping, obliterating it and sending him to the ground.
He rolled onto his feet with axe in his other hand, I see that he knows he is going to die soon by the look in his face however a dying animal is the most dangerous and I know that even whilst berserking. I circle him whilst constantly shifting my maul from side to side.
The whole castle Blacktyde is watching, all the maids, all the men, all the guards, and all the work hands. Everyone. As we circle each other I suddenly swing at him with a feint which he fell for. As who the hell has the power to stop a big ass maul mid swing? I do. As he is of balance and backpedaling to get away from my feinted blow I rush and kick him hard in the chest sending flying.
As he stands up and looks to see where I am it is already too late. I swung my maul axe first from left to right and cleaved him in two. Spraying gore on those to close to the fight. Looking around I see everyone kneel. I guess I'm lord Blacktyde now eh?
=======Flashback End=======
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TaterRumble yo what up. im probably going to almost never update this sh*t as I'm writing this at 3am and was just wishing there was a good ironborn fic
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